Midnight on a Monday Morning

It says on Hassan and Nadine's blog that though there may be no one reading their random ramblings (I am being polite; "rantings" came to mind first, unfairly), they continue writing, largely, to chronicle their child's early years.

While I have been doing the same for Daniyal (for the record, before they even had their kid), albeit irregularly, I am somehow more faithful to this space than the others. Does that mean that I love myself, am more interested in myself or am "father of the child"? Ok that didn't sound cool and understandable at all. Let me retry. Am I writing only for the slowed evolution of my immature-ish mind? Is this only so that I can turn back to an entry on September 2006 and thank the stars that I become more confident/ articulate/ emancipated etc. OR, is this just a huge waste of cyberspace?

On an absolute change of subject: I had two friends over for dinner. Other than the fact that I reconnected with the human species (Daniyal and Zahara are not human. They are Need and Necessity), I loved meeting people from an older (?) life and finding that there were still no grubby edges and awkward corners. It is true, there are people with whom the natural flows glide (Fine, fine. Its sounds frou frou, but you get the drift!). Thats also one of the reasons I love my book club meetings. Amena and Emma are people who make you feel happy about yourself. A lot of the people out there make you feel inadequate. Either the weight's too high, the bag too small, the clothes too last season or the wallet just not big enough. As if you weren't feeling bad enough already.

But some people, they shine, and they make you shine with them. And that is beautiful.

Ok, before I need to book a room with The Celestine Prophecy, lets change the subject. As it is, I think Azam is getting nauseous.

BTW, I don't think this blogging business will be ending soon. My choice of subjects leaves a lot to be desired, and this whole evolutionary scheme for personal development may take a while. So in the meantime, bear with me. There may be some rough patches, but fain heart, don't lose hope.

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